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Oh shit, serious topic and shit. and cookie to the first person to name what movie I sampled at the end. Oh yeah, idk if anybody noticed, but every song on my mixtape will be named after movies or quotes from movies. songs that aren't named after movies (Wishing Well) will be soon be named to movies, lol. Youth in Revolt. Monster coming soon.
Lyrics:
Kevin from a broken home, his dad beats his mom/
Every night, he go to sleep and dream that they get along/
He wish that he could kill him, but he knows that isn't right/
So he thinkin' in his head that he gon' give it one more night/
But if he fucks up, it's over/
They ain't even gonna fight/
But for now, he beats his brother only 'cause they look alike/
He has nobody to talk to, nobody to walk to/
He tried to talk to God, but the call didn't go through/
School ain't much better/
He ain't tryna go through this forever/
Misery love company, this right here go hand-in-hand/
and he will never understand why he gets no love/
he just tries to say what's up, but instead he gets a shove/
he done got his ass beat just for tryna speak/
the teachers seen it all, but their job is just to teach/
and they never told a soul about all the things they seen/
and they never asked Kevin what this all really means/
Chorus:
This is my last chance (repeat 3x)/
I'm ready to shoot (repeat 2 or 3x *shrugs shoulders*)/
*some cool shit producers do, idk*
Verse 2:
His dad beats his mom, right before school/
Right then he snapped, no time to act cool/
Gun up in his dad's face, who'd thought it'd come to this/
Yellin' out, "Come on, say somethin', bitch!"/
Mama trippin', he ain't listenin'/
Now he on a mission/
One shot, two shots - now the whole house is shakin'/
Breathing hard, breathing hard, he just tryna pace it/
He ran his dreams away, now his demons are chasin'/
and he love it, love it/
He wouldn't trade this feeling for nothing/
Runnin' in the school shootin' everybody too cool/
to help him out of his locker or help him out of a trash can/
and shootin' all of the teachers that saw it and never asked shit/
not cool enough for the school paper, now he all over TV/
not cool enough for a plaque on the wall, now he just started a legacy/
for the first time, he's happy now/
with that pistol all up in his mouth/
back to the wall, back to the wall/
I guess this song just tells it all.../
Chorus
niggas are lucky I'm humble, ahahaha.
Lyrics:
Kevin from a broken home, his dad beats his mom/
Every night, he go to sleep and dream that they get along/
He wish that he could kill him, but he knows that isn't right/
So he thinkin' in his head that he gon' give it one more night/
But if he fucks up, it's over/
They ain't even gonna fight/
But for now, he beats his brother only 'cause they look alike/
He has nobody to talk to, nobody to walk to/
He tried to talk to God, but the call didn't go through/
School ain't much better/
He ain't tryna go through this forever/
Misery love company, this right here go hand-in-hand/
and he will never understand why he gets no love/
he just tries to say what's up, but instead he gets a shove/
he done got his ass beat just for tryna speak/
the teachers seen it all, but their job is just to teach/
and they never told a soul about all the things they seen/
and they never asked Kevin what this all really means/
Chorus:
This is my last chance (repeat 3x)/
I'm ready to shoot (repeat 2 or 3x *shrugs shoulders*)/
*some cool shit producers do, idk*
Verse 2:
His dad beats his mom, right before school/
Right then he snapped, no time to act cool/
Gun up in his dad's face, who'd thought it'd come to this/
Yellin' out, "Come on, say somethin', bitch!"/
Mama trippin', he ain't listenin'/
Now he on a mission/
One shot, two shots - now the whole house is shakin'/
Breathing hard, breathing hard, he just tryna pace it/
He ran his dreams away, now his demons are chasin'/
and he love it, love it/
He wouldn't trade this feeling for nothing/
Runnin' in the school shootin' everybody too cool/
to help him out of his locker or help him out of a trash can/
and shootin' all of the teachers that saw it and never asked shit/
not cool enough for the school paper, now he all over TV/
not cool enough for a plaque on the wall, now he just started a legacy/
for the first time, he's happy now/
with that pistol all up in his mouth/
back to the wall, back to the wall/
I guess this song just tells it all.../
Chorus
niggas are lucky I'm humble, ahahaha.
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